The Torturous Wait

[PrttyBrd]

Every time the head turns something new is foundEach speck weighs heavily, infinitely more than the lastImmobilized by the lack of thought or wondermentNumbness begins in body and culminates in a foggy mindSuffocation under the thought that there is nothing elseYanked out of grasp yet slammed on the shouldersThe weight is cumbersome, yet born gladlyAll that can be done is doneTime tells all, yet does not always healRelaxing is not an option and trying highlights the failure to do soIt will come to an end soon enough